FUCK MY DADDY, is somethin I've been wantin to say for the longest
 I'm givin peace to moms, cause moms was the strongest
 Cause daddy abandoned me at a young age
 And shoved me and my baby brother my mother's way
 And comin home late every night
 I used to hear him grabbin momma by the neck, lookin for fights
 Lit as a wino, but sick as a psycho
 I used to hide under the covers with my eyes closed
 Cryin and hopin tonight that daddy didn't trip
 Cause momma already need stitches in her top lip
 Cause daddy got mad and beat the hell out of her
 And throwin chairs against the wall every night, became a regular
 I used to pray and hope that daddy would die
 Cause over nothin momma's sufferin a swoll up black eye
 And at the end of my prayers, cryin myself to sleep
 All I could think about was FUCK MY DADDY

 A well rounded family, yo I don't know
 The way I grew up, wasn't nuthin like The Cosby Show
 Pops never gave me no props, just cheap shots
 Say the wrong thing and I just might get dropped
 Cause I remember times when I asked for a quarter
 And pops was on the verge of a voluntary manslaughter
 Always screamin about the bills he had to pay
 The story of his life, I thought about a runaway
 Front for his friends and spendin all his ends
 on his women, his dope and alcohol binges
 My brother, my mother and me got two's and fews
 Secondhand pants, Top Ramen, and holy shoes
 It even got so scandalous, pops had me spendin the night
 takin graveyard chances
 Sleepin in the bed with his girlfriend kids
 And I'm scared to tell my momma cause I might not live
 I guess that you can say that Poppa was a Rolling Stone
 But me I'm just a victim of the plague of the broken home
 Another sad face with the sickness
 Daddy must die, God is my witness
 For doin my mother wrong, and breakin up her happy home
 The reason that I wrote this song
 is for those who can't or won't, I say it gladly
 FUCK MY DADDY!

 "Now you know, that you can't tell your momma we came here tonight."
 "But that's my moms."
 "I don't care, I'm your daddy -- boy you don't be talkin back"
 "That ain't right though."
 "I SAID you don't talk back to me son, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?"
 "Yeah but that's my mom though, you can't do that."
 "Don't talk back to me boy! Come here, I'll whoop your little ass!"

 [W.C.]
 Thank you momma for givin birth to me, God knows
 you coulda got an abortion, and didn't have to deal with me
 I know the last twelve years has been hell
 You had two roles to play, momma and daddy as well
 I'm sorry for the times I brought trouble home
 Without a daddy thought a lot I had to learn on my own
 At the young age of nine I start drinkin brews
 And I even had to teach myself how to screw
 And for my little brother things wasn't no better see
 To him I was the closest thing he ever had to daddy
 Helped him with his school and then taught him how to squab
 Momma wasn't around, cause see she had three jobs
 Cause daddy done tracked out, and left us with the bills
 Now we eatin Wish burgers, and stale bread, and Skittles
 Huh, and now that I look back, I'm glad I was young
 Cause nowadays I mighta peeled his cap
 Woulda grew up in a crazyhouse or penetentiary
 Spendin most of my life, in maximum security
 But nah, cause I'll be goin out just like a sucka
 When I was young, pops told me that I'd grow to be nuttin
 They keep tellin me revenge is a loss so don't sweat
 But everytime I think of daddy I think of broke necks
 Now, some might say that I'm wrong for speakin the truth
 But when you tell the truth you gotta kick the whole scoop
 This ain't a diss to every father cause some fathers are cool
 This is a message from the Dub, that I had to include
 To every kid on the Circle like me, hurtin badly
 Put up your middle finger and say, FUCK MY DADDY!

 "Fuck you, young ass punk motherfuckin daddy